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Chapter 271 - 271 270 Formidable Enemy

271: Chapter 270 Formidable Enemy 271: Chapter 270 Formidable Enemy Several tables pieced together were laid out in front of the staff, stretching exactly 3.6 meters, enough to fully extend the anglers’ fishing rods to check if their length was within regulations.

The staff responsible for checking the rods was a fifty-something middle-aged man, sporting a potbelly, dark-skinned, with a stern face that hardly showed any expression, indicating he probably also handled officiating duties on the field.

The angler in front handed over his rod, and this stern-faced referee showed no emotion as he verified the length and confirmed it was correct before affixing a special tag to the rod’s handle, making it eligible for use in the competition.

However, as he took Yue Feng’s Chengying 3h, a rare expression crossed the referee’s somber face.

Light!

It felt too light!

The stern-faced referee, known as Old Zhao, Zhao Yanjun, had years of experience officiating various competitions, and was very familiar with the feel of the rods commonly used by competitive anglers, such as Gamma Carp and Dawa, among others.

To exaggerate a bit, if someone handed him a counterfeit branded rod, Old Zhao could roughly judge it by flipping it in his hand and unfurling it without needing to look closely.

Yet, the two rods from this young man exceeded Old Zhao’s knowledge.

Especially the 3h one, which felt as light as a stalk of wheat straw in his hands, virtually weightless.

He examined it closely, noting that it was beautifully painted with ancient-style script, clearly the work of a master.

Old Zhao had been playing with rods all his life but couldn’t recall any manufacturer producing something like this.

He had no memory of such an item.

“Hey, young man, your rod is quite light.

Which company’s new product is this?” Old Zhao, unable to discern its origin after a close inspection, couldn’t help but ask.

“Hello, this rod was a gift from a friend, a custom model, not available on the market!” Yue Feng responded politely, neither servile nor overbearing.

“No wonder, this feel is really good!”

After saying this, Old Zhao unfurled the rod and shook it out; the handling was still exceptionally good.

He casually measured it against the table, 3.6m, neither a bit longer nor a bit shorter.

“That’ll do!” Old Zhao glanced at Yue Feng and casually stuck the approved tag on Yue Feng’s rod handle.

“Thank you!” Yue Feng took the rod and thanked him, then headed toward the waiting area.

Once all the anglers had completed the draw and rod inspection, the referee gave the command to enter!

Everyone, pulling their fishing boxes and carrying their gear, entered the field in an impressive procession.

Finding his spot in the middle section was easy, and Yue Feng quickly located his position.

According to the competition protocol, there was a fifteen-minute preparation period after entry during which the competitors could prepare their bait, adjust their floats, and make other pre-competition preparations; the time was quite sufficient.

Yue Feng had adjusted his line assembly the day before; it just needed a brief check, but the bait needed to be prepared on site.

Yue Feng currently had two types of crucian carp bait; one mix he had prepared himself in the shop the previous evening and another bag given to him by his brother Zhang Fenglin recently after some adjustments.

To be cautious, Yue Feng opened a portion of each bait and added an appropriate amount of musk wine.

Just as he was stirring the bait mixture evenly and letting it sit, an acquaintance approached.

“Yo!

Young Yue, we’re right next to each other!”

Hearing someone call out to him, Yue Feng looked up.

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Xiaoli, who had been fishing with Yue Feng all day yesterday, known socially as “Boss Li.”

“Hello Li Bro, what a coincidence!” Yue Feng greeted him with a smile, but inside he felt a slight tremor.

Although Wang Xiaoli was quite flamboyant, his fishing skills were indeed decent.

Yesterday, Yue Feng and his two friends made a good profit from fishing, but at the end of the day, Wang Xiaoli didn’t lose any money either, which was rare among those who fished yesterday.

“Fantastic, I just had a mid-waist and felt stable, but being next to you is not safe.

No way, I need to mix some new bait!”

Wang Xiaoli set down his fishing box, took out the pre-prepared bait from his lunch box and set it aside, then got busy preparing to make a new batch.

“Haha, please go easy!” Yue Feng chuckled.

Wang Xiaoli didn’t continue speaking, opened his fishing box, and from inside took out several small medicine bottles with labels removed and only numbers written with a marker pen.

Yue Feng’s bait was ready and waiting to activate, and the rods, nets, fish guards, and lines were also placed in easily accessible places.

With nothing else to do, when he saw Wang Xiaoli preparing a new batch of bait, Yue Feng quietly observed for a while.

No matter what kind of small medicine, each had its own scent.

After Yue Feng learned the skill of identifying small medicines, he only needed to smell the customary medicine scents in the market to get an idea.

From Yue Feng’s judgment, the various small medicines Wang Xiaoli added were primarily sweet in flavor.

Yue Feng could smell egg, cereal, and sweet strawberry, which are very common for fishing crucian carp.

Wang Xiaoli seemed to have put quite a bit of medicine in the new batch of bait, but the guy must have a lot of experiential knowledge about his medicines.

The scent of the bait he prepared was very gentle and lacked the pungent odd smells that amateurs produced by randomly mixing medicines.

“That’s quite a strong scent!” Yue Feng casually mentioned.

Wang Xiaoli pursed his lips, “It has to be strong; I’m hoping to score some points this match!

You must have made quite a bit yesterday fishing with Old Liu and Old Zhang!”

“Not much, just enough to cover the registration fee!” Yue Feng continued to play it cool.

“We should share tips sometime.

The competition is about to start; I won’t chat any longer!”

“Sure!”

Although Wang Xiaoli didn’t know why he entered the arena a few minutes late, his preparation work was very efficient, showing that he was an experienced fisherman.

The basin was placed just behind him, within easy reach of his hand, and the box of subsidiary lines with different line diameters and hook sizes was also within reach.

Once everything was neatly arranged, there were about ten minutes left before the official start of the competition.

Yue Feng glanced at his watch; the competition was about to begin, so he turned around and took out a drone from his rod case, activated it, and started the live broadcast.

Though it was a formal competition, as soon as the drone took off, it was spotted by a referee not far away who quickly approached Yue Feng.

Reaching Yue Feng’s spot, coincidentally, this referee was the same Old Zhao who had helped Yue Feng with his rod not long ago.

“Yue, what’s going on?

What’s this drone for?” Old Zhao asked responsibly after glancing at Yue Feng.

“Oh, it’s for live streaming.

I’ve asked President Lu, and during the competition, live streaming is allowed!

Shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Yue Feng spoke appropriately.

“Live streaming?” Old Zhao looked puzzled.

With the advancement of technology, live streaming has become one of the ways for many anglers to make a living.

Live streaming in arenas isn’t prohibited, but any assistants normally had to register in advance and typically use a regular tripod and a mobile phone.

Old Zhao had never seen someone use a drone for live streaming before.

Yue Feng opened his mobile phone, entered the live streaming page, and showed it to Old Zhao.